Page 85 of When You're Gone
“No,” she declared defiantly as she swatted at his hands. “This can’t wait, Everhett Wheeler. This is me choosing you—claiming you right here, right now.”
He was already rock solid from their make-out session as she freed his cock and wrapped her mouth around the head. She hummed appreciatively and swirled her tongue along the slit, lapping up the precum that had pearled on the tip.
She rose up on her knees to perfect the angle, then reached her hands behind him to grab on to the railing that lined the elevator. She used her grasp on the bar to pull herself deeper onto his cock and silently encouraged him to fuck her mouth.
He groaned in satisfaction each time she swallowed around his length. He thrust harder, drove in deeper, gave her all she could take. This may have been her reclaiming, but in this position, she was giving him total control. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back in ecstasy as each and every suck sent a tingle through his core.
When he opened his eyes, he gasped. “Hey, beautiful.”
She stilled but didn’t release him, instead swirling her tongue around the crown a few times before holding him in her mouth and raising her eyes to meet his gaze.
“You look so pretty all dressed up with my dick in your mouth. Why don’t you see for yourself? Look up.”
He felt her gasp—then swallow down a moan and suck himhard—as her eyes traveled up and landed on what he wanted her to see. Yep. He knew that would do it for her. Whoever designed this elevator to include a mirror on the ceiling was a genius.
He reached down to stroke the side of her face affectionately. “How lucky am I that I can look upordown to watch you suck me off?”
He groaned for a different reason as she moved her mouth from his cock to his balls, kneading them in one hand before sucking those into her mouth, too. He jolted forward and almost doubled over with pleasure—holy shit.
“V,” he grunted when he felt his core tighten up.
That was the thing about being with someone for so long—about being intimately familiar with their tells. She knew exactly what he wanted, and she was more than eager to please without him having to ask.
She reclaimed his cock with her mouth and gripped him at the base with one hand while she used the knuckle on her other hand to massage right behind his sack. His abs convulsed and his spine tingled as he unloaded in her mouth, wave after wave of pleasure wringing him dry.
His breathing was ragged as he watched in reverence while she swallowed him down. She took her time savoring his length, licking from the base to the tip in slow, fluid motions as she gazed up at him with fuck-me eyes.
“Mine?” she asked innocently, as if she hadn’t just rocked his entire world and made him come in under two minutes.
“Always,” he confirmed for the second time that night, pulling her up and kissing her so thoroughly he tasted the saltiness of his own release. He sucked the tip of her tongue into his mouth, flicking it with his own for good measure. “But don’t think for one second I’m done with you tonight, beautiful.”
She smiled against his mouth as she reached back and disengaged the emergency stop. They were soaring to the penthouse a moment later.
They tumbled into the suite, a tangle of arms and legs and fabric as they desperately tried to undress each other. He had to help her out of the tulle monstrosity of a dress. Although she looked gorgeous all done up, he grunted in satisfaction when the fabric finally fell to the floor and he could wrap his arms around his wife. She stood before him in nothing but a black lace thong and strappy silver stilettos covered in crystals.
He dropped to his knees before her, lifting one foot and kissing down her calf before placing her heel on his thigh. He unbuckled the strap of the first shoe, setting it off to the side before making a show of kissing back up that same leg.
He licked and sucked the sweet skin of her inner thigh, then just barely grazed against the delicate fabric that covered her most intimate parts. She huffed and tugged on his hair playfully when he did nothing but place a chaste kiss on her clit. He was in no rush. They had all night. They had forever now.
He repeated the path of kisses down her other leg, letting his fingers brush against her skin in reverence. His body craved the contact; it was like he needed physical confirmation that this was really happening, that they were finally here. He unfastened her second shoe, then kneaded into the arch of her foot as she used his shoulders for balance.
“Ev…” she groaned. “Fuck me now. Take care of me later.”
Her command brought a smirk to his lips. He didn’t even bother replying to that one… he planned to take care of her all night long, in every way possible, and they both knew it. He had lost his jacket and shirt when they first crashed into the suite, so he was only wearing undone dress pants and shoes when he stood up and she launched herself into his arms. He caught her with ease, cupping her ass and carrying her toward the bed.
“Wait!” she exclaimed between frantic kisses. “Over there,” she directed, pointing to the little bench at the end of the king-size bed where an overnight bag sat open. He lowered down on the seat with her straddled in his lap, then watched intently as she reached over and rifled through the contents. “Lube,” she reminded him with a sheepish smile as she pulled a bottle out of her bag.
He snarled at the thought of her feeling embarrassed about needing lube. He wouldn’t stand for it. Besides, he fucking loved the feel of it—the way it gave him so much more access and made everything more intimate.
“Aren’t you presumptuous,” he teased. “Packing a full bottle of lube for a charity gala.”
She bowed her head but peeked up to give him a salacious smile. “My husband taught me to always be prepared.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning back slightly to gaze at her naked body with reverence. “Say it again,” he commanded.
She didn’t need any clarification. “My husband. My love. My life.”
“I need you, V,” he ground out through clenched teeth. His vulnerability was spilling out now. He ached for her the way his lungs demanded his next breath.
